Weapons, comfort and existence.
Words are my addiction; sometimes soft: a butterfly and sound of trees, or scent of snow — But words are often harsher, metals, minerals the kind you forge for war: […]
Daily Archives: January 27, 2018
Only fiftyseven
Tick the box for yet a year cheer for all the new beginnings; sing the things for all that’s over slur intoxicated; dance and don’t look back for my forgiveness. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 